stereotypical single woman

I have spent the last three days of my life constructing an eight page paper filled with gold-plated bullshit. This project was the most pointless busy work I have ever been assigned in my life. In addition to the paper I have also made a power point presentation and handout for class tonight, all on the EXACT SAME MATERIAL. Needless to say they are solid gold-plated bullshit as well.

The academic world just feels the need to exert their power every once in a while and make us want to blow our brains out.

But right now I am tired. I no longer care about getting straight A’s. I just want to be done with this. However when I tried to save the presentation to my flash drive and print the fuckingly pointless handout Windows would not cooperate. And I have to use Office 2007 because it is the only format accepted by the program.

Which is fine. I have Paralells. I can run Windows on my MacBook. But I was ready to go into hand to hand combat with Windows a couple hours s ago because XP decided that it didn’t want to install the same printer that I plugged and played while running Mac OS 10.4. The fucker kept freezing up during installation. So I decided fine, I’ll just load the word file onto my flash drive and pay to print it at school, but the fucking XP wouldn’t recognize that either.

I didn’t have much patience when I woke up this morning, but this sent me over the ledge. I was a raging bitch the rest of the afternoon.

I wanted nothing more than to punch Bill Gates in the face. Seriously, I was ready to drive to the airport, get on a plane to Redmond, hunt the man down, and give him a shiner and break his nose. And then kick him in the crotch with a steel-toed stilleto (do not tell me they don’t exist, I WOULD FIND ONE, I am that angry.) Oh, and then make him get down on his hands and knees and give Steve Jobs a blow job. In front of a large audience. Such as prime time network television.

So instead of any more ranting (need to change the subject, blood pressure is just getting too high) here’s a picture from the weekend Amelia visited. Hopefully I’ll have something better to share with you tomorrow.

(I know I could have photoshopped this, but after some consideration I felt that it was better if her true personality was portrayed in this picture)